AN: A little SokkaxSuki family togetherness! Yue is his moon…Suki is his sun. I felt like this chapter was a little rushed at the end. I'm probably going to go back and fix it a bit. But, until then, enjoy.

Blind Are Our Children

SOKKA WOKE BEFORE dawn, as he usually did. Gone were his bachelor days of sleeping in as late as possible, now he gladly woke early to go out and support his family. His eyes fell upon is wife, Suki, sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but smile as he tucked a rouge strand of auburn hair behind her ear. She smiled in her sleep, sighing his name.

She had sighed his name contently many times over the years, but still, each time he felt a shiver of pleasure course through him. It amazed him that she loved him, only him, and wanted to spend her lifetime loving him. There were other guys out there that were less sarcastic, less clueless, more handsome…but she loved him.

As he sat there, memories of nostalgia washed over him. Meeting Suki, fighting her, battling beside her during the war… He remembered falling in love with her, kissing her for the first time during the Serpent's Pass. He recalled how sweet she tasted, how beautiful she looked with the sun shining down on her warrior-painted face.

Her face had been rounder back then, she had been shorter…more girlish looking. Now, when he gazed at his wife, her features had become more elongated, her figure more curvy. She looked, well, more mature. But she was 25 now…

And he had changed too, over the years. His voice had depended, the planes of his face becoming sharper, his body growing both taller and more muscular. He had grown from a teenaged boy to a man.

But their love had not changed, or if it had, it had only become deeper. And, even now, after nine years of marriage, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. She was his sun, his wife…his everything. She gave him endless happiness. She gave him two wonderful children.

He kissed her gently, rising and dressing quickly. These mornings were special for him. His home that he'd built with his own two hands was quiet, filled only with the soft breaths of his wife and children. And that was the sweetest sound to his ears.

He entered his son's room, as he did each morning since the day he had been born. He remembered his anxiety on that day, and the complete and utter calm that had washed over him when he held his son for the first time. It was the completion of nine long months of waiting. This was his pride, his joy, his livelihood.

He remembered stroking his wife's stomach tenderly, watching it grow before his very eyes. He'd fall asleep at night, foregoing making love to his wife, content to just hold her, stroking her stomach, eagerly awaiting the life that grew within.

When his eyes fell upon his now eight year old son, he saw he had kicked off the sheets, and his head was hanging off the bed as he hugged his pillow in a vise grip. He was snoring ever so softly, his mouth open wide for a spider to spin its web if it so desired.

He chuckled softly at his son's unconscious antics, gently tucking him back into bed, hoping he'd be more comfortable this way. He gently ruffled his son's hair. Funny, the boy was beginning to look just like him, but he had his mother's coloring. He didn't mind, it was a nice reminder of the woman he loved more than anything.

Lian groaned in his sleep, snuggling deeper into his pillow. "Meats…" he murmured happily. Sokka grinned. Yes, his son was becoming very much like him.

He left his son's room and entered his daughter's room. His face softened when his eyes fell upon is young daughter. The six year old was curled into the fetal position, a thumb in her mouth. She looked so small, so innocent. He tucked her in tighter, hoping that maybe he'd be enough to protect her from all of the pain and hurt from the outside world. Or, at the very least, stupid boys that wanted to date her.

But that was still another ten years off. Another ten years where he'd be the only man in her life, where she would believe that he was the strongest, the smartest, the best dad ever. He pulled her light brown hair from her face and blinked in surprise when she stirred and sleepily opened her blue eyes.

Oh, how he melted every time he gazed into his daughter's eyes…from the day she was born, he knew he'd be a goner. He'd truly become a softy because of her…

"Daddy?" she questioned sleepily with a smile. She reached her short arms out to him, and against his better judgment he picked her up. She kissed him and rested her head on his shoulder. He cradled her to him for several moments.

"Morning princess." He found himself cooing, stroking his daughter's ever growing hair. She claimed she wanted it to be long and pretty, like Aunt Katara's, who she was beginning to resemble so very much. But still, he saw hints of his wife in his daughter's tanned face.

"I'm not a princess…Zara is." She murmured. Jie knew that Zara's father was the ex-Prince of the Fire Nation. Sometimes she was jealous, but other times it didn't matter so much.

"You're my princess." Sokka firmly told her. How could this precious little girl not be a princess? He wondered absently.

She giggled softly. "Does that make you a king?"

"Yes, and Mommy's a queen." He replied, tucking his daughter back into bed. She giggled once more, music to his ears. She snuggled into bed clutching a doll that he'd helped Suki to make. "Now sleep. Mommy will be mad at Daddy for keeping you up too long."

"Mommy will take out her fans and defeat you?" Jie asked curiously.

Sokka laughed and nodded. "Yeah…Daddy fell in love with Mommy when she kicked his butt the first time." He added.

Jie blinked. "When? A hundred years ago?" he had piqued her interest.

Sokka blinked. "You really think I'm that old?!" he asked incredulously. He was barely twenty five, nowhere near as old as Aang!

Jie giggled. "No…when did you meet Mommy?"

He sighed softly; relieved his daughter didn't think him a geezer. "I met Mommy about…almost ten years ago." Spirits, had it really been that long? It felt more like ten days…not years.

"That's a long time…" Jie remarked, snuggling deeper into bed.

"It is. Now sleep." He tapped her nose.

She obeyed, closing her eyes and drifting off into slumber just as easily as she had awakened.

His heart felt ready to burst. He was so smitten with his little girl. He turned to leave the bedroom, finding himself face to face with a golden fan.

"You wouldn't happen to be keeping our young daughter awake so she'll be cranky this afternoon, would you?" Suki asked menacingly.

Sokka evaded the fan, taking his slender wife into his arms. "Of course not…but can I keep you awake?"

She smiled. "Maybe…but you'll be late for work." She reminded him.

He cursed softly, then turned back to his daughter's room, hoping she hadn't heard. He turned back to his wife. "Tonight…I'll keep you awake." He purred softly in his ear.

She shivered, wrapping her arms around her husband tightly. "I certainly hope so."

He pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming over her hungrily.

She gasped softly, trying to keep her voice down so she didn't wake their children. She felt the heat of desire burning… "Maybe you can be a little late for work…" she suggested hopefully.

He pulled away suddenly, forcing himself to calm down. "What if the fish don't bite later?" he found himself asking.

Suki sighed, frustrated. "I know, I know." She swatted his rear. "Go, I'll get you later."

Sokka smiled. "Is that a threat?"

She smirked dangerously. "It's a promise."

He left his home that morning with a wide smile on his face. He only hoped that fishing would go smoothly today. It would be nice once Lian got older; he could bring the boy along to help out. Maybe when he was twelve? Or was that too young? Suki'd probably argue, saying that Lian should enjoy his childhood as much as he could while he still could. Okay, fourteen then. That sounded like a good number.

Sokka heaved a sigh. Only six more years to wait. Gee…

He joined the other men, some who had become his friends over the years. They didn't take to well to him at first, since he'd been an outsider, but once they saw he was here to stay and make a family with Suki, they'd accepted him.

It also probably helped how skilled of a fisherman he was. But that came from being the sole provider of his Tribe in the South Pole… When he looked back on it, he really missed his Tribe, his people, his customs. And the food...he salivated at the remembrance.

The day passed, and soon enough it was 3 o'clock. Time to head home. Ten hour days were so tiring sometimes… but when he thought of his family back home, it was worth it. He stopped by the market on the way home to pick up sugared treats for his children. And his eyes fell upon a hair ornament that would complement his wife perfectly.

In the past nine years she had allowed her hair to grow long, and she usually would tie it back in a ponytail or braid it down her back. But he liked it most of all when she left it unbound, falling down her back like an auburn river.

He purchased the hair ornament and trudged home. His stomach growled and he hoped that Suki had made it home before him to start dinner. She was still the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, and she loved it. She would always tell him of her young students and their progression of skills at the end of the day over dinner.

Lian ran out of their home, Jie following him, to greet him. "Dad! I want to show you this new move I learned today!" he cried excitedly, jumping around.

Sokka ruffled his son's wolf tail. "Great, you can show me after dinner."

Lian grinned. "Mom's making possum-chicken tonight!"

Sokka found himself salivating. "Mmm…" he began walking to his front door, his stomach leading the way.

Jie tugged on her father's tunic to remind him of her presence, although he hadn't forgotten her, and he picked her up. "Hi sweetie." He kissed her loudly and obnoxiously.

Jie giggled. "Daddy!" she protested, tugging on her father's face.

"What'd you do today, princess?" he asked, nuzzling her nose.

Jie looked thoughtful. "I played with my dollies…and I trained with Mommy's warriors…" she ticked off all of her day's activities on her fingers.

"Wow, you're such a busy girl…too busy to have bath time with Daddy tonight?" he set his daughter down once he entered his home, toeing his boots off near the front door.

Jie's face lit up. "Nope!" she also slipped off her shoes.

Sokka ushered his children to the kitchen. "C'mon, let's eat. I've also brought home a tasty treat." The kids cried out with glee and eagerly took the package from Sokka which contained the desserts. He set aside the little gift he had bought for his loving wife.

Suki turned, smiling to see her husband finally home. Sokka walked over to his wife, giving her a tender kiss, causing his son to gag and his daughter sigh wistfully. "How was your day?" he inquired.

Suki smiled. "Long. Yours?" she took a stack of plates out of her cabinets, and gathered utensils as well.

"Long." He replied, helping his wife to set the table. They shared a small smile and enjoyed a dinner with their children, who chattered excitedly about various things throughout the meal.

After dinner, Lian dragged Sokka into their backyard to show off the new fighting moves. Sokka couldn't help but to grin, because Lian reminded him so much of himself when he was younger. He remembered clearly the burning desire to become a good warrior. Although he really hadn't had a choice in the matter. Lian had a true passion for weaponry and battle. And, he noticed with slight jealousy, that his son seemed to possess a natural talent for it, where as he needed to really work at it. That he probably got from Suki.

After the demonstration, he ushered his son inside to help his mother with the laundry while he put his young daughter into the bath. It was getting late and he didn't want his children to be tired for the long day that would be ahead of them come tomorrow.

Jie splashed and giggled with her father, and sometimes he wondered if some of those splashes were natural or if they were from Waterbending. He'd have to ask his sister what she thought. If Jie were a Waterbender…the thought almost scared him. He'd seen what Katara was capable of, and he didn't want Jie to wield such awesome power… Hopefully she'd never have to use it…

He pulled his now squeaky clean daughter out of the bath and rubbed her dry with a towel. He hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to her room, dressing her for bed. As he tucked her in and began to tell her a story about the Southern Water Tribe, he heard Suki coaxing Lian into the bath.

Jie's eyes soon fell shut and she dozed off. He smiled and left her to dream her dreams of the warriors of the Water Tribes.

He went to his kiss his son goodnight with his wife, smiling at Lian; he was stubborn just like him. Suki finally got the cranky boy into bed and asleep for the night. Sokka knew she was a very good mother to accomplish such a feat.

And for the first time since this morning, Sokka was alone with his wife. There were no chores to be done, no work to go to, no children to care for. Sometimes he missed the days of being newlyweds, with just Suki and himself. But he wouldn't let go of his children for anything in this world.

He picked her up tenderly, carrying her into the bedroom with a wolfish grin on his face.

She returned the same smirk, eager to continue what they had begun this morning.

"I thought of you all day." He confessed huskily, his hands roaming over his wife's slender form. Even after bearing two children, she was as thin and shapely as ever. But, this was Suki, of course. She always gave everything her one hundred percent.

Like she was right this second, her hand stroking and caressing him. He bit back a groan, determined to make Suki feel as good as she made him feel.

"I missed you, Sokka…" she whispered in his ear, giving him shivers.

He pinned her beneath him, kissing her passionately. "Love you…" he held her close, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin against his.

"You too." She kissed his nose playfully, rolling them over, pinning him beneath her.

He couldn't help but grin, because even after being married for so long, his wife still was as exciting and passionate as she had been on their wedding night.